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Iain - with Clan Ross

At the time Iain was born, my mum was dying - cancer. She only had a short time
left, so our first priority, as soon as Iain was fit, was to fly to Scotland so he
could spend as much time with her as possible. I'm soooo glad she managed
to hang on until he was born.

Iain getting his very first bath! In Dingwall, age 1 month

Help! What do I do now?! Iain's granda has big hands, and it's
a LONG time since they held a baby!!

Iain and mummy at the seaside village of Balintore, where his granda
was originally from. Looks lovely, was freezing!

Displaying his impeccable taste, Mike hired a Very Ugly Car for the trip.
(a Fiat Multipla, if you've had the good fortune to have never seen one)

Iain and his granny :-)

"Hmm.. *you* may have heard of the 'Back To Sleep' campaign, but *I* haven't!"

'My mummy has had enough, too. And I *still* haven't heard about 'back
to sleep'!!!'

Iain and his granny again...

...and again!

Iain, his mummy, and his granny

Iain with granny and granda Ross.

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Some appropriate lyrics from Runrig:

The Cutter

When you arrived in Canada you walked the streets
Out of work out of money, prospects bleak
Now the plane comes down from the morning sky
and you touch the land where the fire won't die

Johnny, you're home, man
It's a long road
you drove us down
It's only a moment
Since the diesels turned

Now the blade cuts clean through the island soil
The years roll back and the world grows small
You stand on the banks in the wind and the rain
And all of your money can't hide this pain


The heath flame is burning bright
burning every night
It's winter in Ontario
The wheels that turned us village kids
Still carry through the heaths
They no longer turn for you

So you hold your mother and you bless the air
With the tears of the emigrant, tongue of the Gael
And the plane takes off in a clear blue sky
Life's a long lost list of last goodbyes